Ryusei was livid. A few minutes. A few minutes, he'd said. Well excuse Ryusei for not using Kengo Utahoshi language to tell time! In what part of the world could an hour be considered 'a few minutes'?!

He plastered a fake smile to his face as Utahoshi sat up. "Feeling better?"

Ryusei would feel better once he—

He shoved his fists in his pockets as he worked on uncoiling them; he couldn't let Utahoshi suspect that he was angry, but he was too angry to be able to force himself to release the tension in his body. He'd stay right here to avoid the temptation of clapping Utahoshi on the back harder than he should, for... some reason that he felt sure he could take advantage of once it arose. But if Utahoshi was going to come over here then Ryusei was going to have to invent some reason or another to get out. Quickly, for the sake of being prepared, think of one right now—

He was silent a moment until he was sure he could control his voice. "Utahoshi-kun... are you hungry? I can go out and get something...."